[Intro By Jim, the roadie for The Gadjits:]Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy,It's all the fuckin' same,Those straight-edge christ-core motherfuckers,They don't know shit,Their just looking for easy answers,And they're too close mindedTo look anywhere beyond their local church,Or whatever the ignorant masses say is true.

From high up on yer crucifixYou preach about my triple 6You spit about my this and thatAnd yank away yer welcome matWith a coupon Jesus Christ will saveSo don't you Christians misbehave'cuz Santa makes the list himselfAnd he's rotting on the warehouse shelf

And all the boys in the straight-edge sceneAre in the basement huffing gasolineDead, dead, dead, deadYer god is dead to me!And when the laws of God just make ya pissedYou better become an atheistDead, dead, dead, deadYer god is dead to me!

When the greed of man is not appeasedAll will rot sick and diseasedOnce again the fallen towersThe Tortured death of every hourAnd at the toll of the final bellYou lead the righteous down to hellWhen all the world is dead by dawnAll I ask is bring me along!

And all the boys in the straight-edge sceneAre in the basement huffing gasolineDead, dead, dead, deadYer god is dead to me!And when the laws of God just make ya pissedYou better become an atheistDead, dead, dead, deadYer god is dead to me!

Nuclear Apox spells your doomLike the T. V. In yer living roomEach bomb kills a million deadIt melts your skin and implodes yer headAnd now you get yer judgement dayYou think you'll float up then awayBut yer guilty just like everyoneYou turn to ash when the burning's done

And all the boys in the straight-edge sceneAre in the basement huffing gasolineDead, dead, dead, deadYer god is dead to me!And when the laws of God just make ya pissedYou better become an atheistDead, dead, dead, deadYer god is dead to me!